I do not own OUAT. Though... It would be rather cool.

I am sorry for the wait. EXTREMELY SORRY.

I am sitting across from Regina at the head of the dining table. The length that stretches between us is unnaturally long. The table, long in length, was filled with some of Regina's trusted knights. They sat digging into their meals like a pack of wild wolves. Pieces of chicken falling from their mouth to the plate with every gruesome bite they take. Regina, though, never scoffed or yelled at the men who ate like animals.. But simply eating her meal at peace. Her head bent towards her plate, silently picking at her own chicken.

I look around at the men, though ripping their meal hastily, they were all silent. Almost sulking-ly so.

I look at the men I know, having recently learned their names. All shooting side glances between me and the Queen. Graham had a tight grip on his meal, eating a little more politely than his fellow men. Robin kept smirking between bites,the sound of his chewing echoed throughout the room. Yet he was not the only one doing so

Okay, I have came to a conclusion.. Knights are gross. Or is it just these ones in particular. I grew up in a woman household, though my Dad was around for almost half my life, He was mainly absent at dinner times. Women are taught and brainwashed to eat politely, as if a certain suitor was watching them… in prospect of courting them.

I glance over at the men once again, taking in the slight dribble on each of their chins. Then looking down on my own stature. My hands properly poised, one on each utensil.

I huff, shooting up from my chair.

All eyes falling on me, the chewing coming to a stop as I brush away the invisible wrinkles in my light blue shirt.

I glance at Regina, whose head was still turned down.. not even sparing me a glance.

"I have lost my appetite.." Shooting glances at the men. ".. I will be in my bed chambers."

I turn and leave the room, not even turning back when Graham calls after me.

I cannot help but get this achy feeling in the deep pit of my stomach as I gaze over the land below. I sit upon the roof of the tallest point of the castle. My flying ability coming in handy at times. The night was falling upon the land, the darkness blanketing the earth. Though the warm summer air still filled the land, a slight breeze started gaining as Day turned to Night.

What was up with everyone at dinner. Regina did not look at me, and the knights glanced between us like children wondering why their parents are fighting.

"But Regina and I were not fighting...are we?" I asked out loud, the only ones with the ability to hear my confused question were the birds taking flight in the near air. They cannot answer back… sadly.

I groan as I fall back gently over the edge of the roof. Closing my eyes for a brief second. The whirling wind whistling by my ears, creating a humming sound. I smile contently at the feeling of my heart being weightless in my rib cage.

"EMMA!" someone yells as I fall, causing me to immediately stop and start floating. I am about 20 feet from the ground.

I turn towards the voice, finding Graham staring back at me.

"Oh hello Graham" I say nonchalantly, just hanging in mid air. I float over to the Guard, dropping onto the ledge of the second story window where he stood. His jaw is dropped, his mouth just hanging open.

" W-what did you ... What?" He stuttered, his mouth flapping like a fish out of water. A fish trying to grasp water as he was trying to grasp the concept.

"You knew I had magical abilities, one of which is being able to fly" I walk past him into the room that held the window. Finding myself in the Battle Strategy room. A round table sits in the middle of the room with about a dozen tables surrounding it. A large map of the lands was roughly placed on the table, the corners torn from the excessive use over the years. Scrolls and parchments littered the floors, clearly stating that someone has been in here… recently.

"Graham?"

He hummed in response, clearly still shocked from the whole 'falling off the roof and then flying ' incident.

"What has happened that this room had to be used?" I ask softly, running my fingers over the map. Taking in the pegs around the borders of Regina's and Snow Whites kingdoms.

What are they fighting?... And why has Regina been keeping this from me.

For days, Regina has barely cast a glance in my direction. She started spending all her time in her study.. Or I guess in this room.

Regina is ignoring me.

"Graham.. Is the reason Regina is not talking to me the same reason you are using this room?" I ask quietly. A million thoughts running through my head, giving me a slight headache.

"I should not-"

" GRAHAM!" I yell, my temper flaring a bit. I sharply turn towards the man.

"Tell me!.." I added shortly after "Please.."

There is deep conflict in his eyes, his jaw visibly clenching.

"Yes bu-" I do not hear the rest of his confession as I am already jogging out of the room, throwing open the worn oak doors and hastily running through the long hallway.

"Where is she?" I take in the fact that she is usually in her study these days, but it is now almost time when the moon is at its highest point.

Hopefully she will be in her bedchambers because that is where I am headed.

"Regina!" I yell as I storm into our shared bed chamber. There she sat on our bed, silently staring at the floor right in front of her. She is holding the pot with the enchanted tree. Her fingers run over the branches carefully.. Almost trance like. I feel a soft tingling sensation on my arm, as if I could feel the small movement Regina placed on the branches.

"'Gina?"

" Emma?" Regina pulls out of her trance, her worn eyes flickering towards mine for the first time in days. I feel a tug at my heart as our eyes connect, suddenly all the anger I felt towards her disappeared.

Clearly the battle and current event has taken a toll on her. Something about this one was bothering her greatly.

"My Love…" I kneel in front of her, clasping her wrists in my hands. The tree being placed on the bed gently. Our eyes never leave each other, in fear that we may never actually look at one another again. ".. You must tell me what is happening. Please."

The once Evil Queen exterior was gone, the Queen I knew was gone also… this was a whole new side of Regina. She was vulnerable and exposed...she was afraid.

Who would of thought that the Evil Queen could ever be afraid.

" Regina.. you have to tell me what is wrong so I can help." I whisper, leaning my forehead against hers. I feel her stiffen against me, her eyes hardening.

"No." She pulled out of my hold, abruptly standing up.

"Regina?"

"No.."

"But Regina.."

"No! Emma no!" She yelled a fire ball appearing in her hand out of anger. As soon as I see the fire.. I recoil, flinching slightly away from the angry Queen. I watch as Regina whips the fire across the room and at the door. Charring it slightly.

All movements stop. Regina is frozen in place, her hand falling limply to her side. My eyes train onto her, carefully watching her movements.

"Regina.. please. I just need to know. I hate what this is doing to you." I whisper, loud enough so that for sure she can hear.

The Queen turned swiftly on the spot, facing towards me.

"Doing what to me? The anger? The fireballs? Well dear.." She snarled. " I am the gods damned Evil Queen, you should have known what you were getting into when you gave me that rose in the first place!"

I stop.

Breathing, moving, talking, begging… My heart stops. Though, my anger rises.

"What are you saying Your Majesty? Do you wish that maybe if I did not give you that silly rose, then maybe you would still be putting Evil in front of Queen? Do you wish I never.." I cannot even finish my statement, as the thought alone makes me sick to my stomach.

"I am still the Evil Queen!" She roared, her forehead wrinkling slightly and a vein pops out. Showing the Evil Queen everyone knew.

"Why do you even care about that stupid title! I thought you wanted to be Regina to me… What has happened that has made you change your mind?" I am desperate. What has happened to make her even look at me this way?

I step closer to the Queen, even though she flinches back, I keep pressing forward. Until her back hits the wall.

I watch as her cold exterior drops, leaving her vulnerable. Regina takes two deep breaths, locking her eyes on mine.

"Maybe if I still was as cold as the Evil Queen.." Regina whispers. ".. I could of prevented this from happening. I could of killed her myself when I had the chance."

"Who?" I ask softly.

Regina stood stock still, her gaze never wavering from mine. It felt like hours until she opened her mouth to speak again.

I wait, my full attention on what was causing my Queen stress and made her like this for days.

"Emma, your Mother has escaped."

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